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A TAL E.
By Mr. GREVILLE.
Irtue and Vice, two mighty Pow'rs,
V Who rule this motley World of ours,
Difputed once which govern'd best,
On Hodge they fix, a Country Boor,
He swore with Grace, got nobly drunk,
• To purchase all, I gave thee Gold:
• And pay the grateful Thanks you owe; My Name is Vice.—Cry'd Hodge (and fneer'd) • Long be your mighty Name rever'd ! Forbid it, Heav'n! thus bleft by you, • That I fhou'd rob you of your Due• To Wealth, 'twas you that made me Heir, And gave, for which I thank you, Care;. • Wealth brought me Wine, 'tis paft a Doubt,. ← And Wine, see here's a Leg! the Gout. • To Wealth I owe my French Ragou, And that each Morn and Night- I fpew..
This Beauty brought, and, with the Dame, • The Pox, a bleft Companion! came. And now to fhew how much I prize The Joys, which from your Bounty rise, • Each coupled with so dear a Brother, < I'll give you one to take the other.
Avaunt, depart from whence you came,
Hodge, in his native Cot at Reft,
6 My Goddefs! on this favour'd Head, The Life of Life thy Bleffings fhed! • My annual Thousands when I told, Infatiate ftill I figh'd for Gold;
• You gave Content-a boundless Store ! • And, rich indeed! I figh'd no more.• With Temp'rance came, delightful Guest! • Health,-tafteful Food, and balmy Reft; With Charity's feraphic Flame • Each gen'rous focial Pleasure came, Pleasures which in Poffeffion rife, • And retrospective Thought supplies ! • Long to atteft it may I live, That all Vice promises, you give.' Vice heard, and fwore that Hodge for Hire Had giv❜n his Verdict like a Liar ; And Virtue, turning with Difdain, Vow'd ne'er to fpeak to Vice again.
ELOISA to ABELAR D.
By Mr. POPE.
N these deep Solitudes and awful Cells, Where heav'nly-penfive Contemplation dwells,
*Abelard and Eloifa flourished in the twelfth Century; they were two of the most diftinguished Perfons of their Age in Learning and Beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate Paffion. After a long Courfe of Calamities, they retired each to a feveral Convent, and confecrated the Remainder of their Days to Religion. It was many Years after
And ever-musing Melancholy reigns;
Dear fatal Name! reft ever unreveal'd,
Repentent Sighs, and voluntary Pains :
And pitying Saints, whose Statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and filent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
this Separation, that a Letter of Abelard's to a Friend, which contained the Hiftory of his Misfortune, fell into the Hands of Eloifa. This, awakening all her Tenderness, occafioned those celebrated Letters (out of which the following is partly extract- ed) which give lively a Picture of the Struggles of Grace and Nature, Virtue and Paffion,